She stood looking down upon him with dilated eyes. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. I don’t want any laws or freedoms to protect me from a man like Mr. A Madame Valade and her husband. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident. “I’ll try to stop by.
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